Alfred Hitchcock also ran. I’d watched the super moon come up. It’s the time in the moon’s orbit when it is closest to the earth on its elliptical cycle. There’s an optical illusion that makes the moon appear larger on that night than most others. And it makes people crazy. That, or people use it [...][Continue Reading...]

It’s working. The things we’re doing are working. The rust belt has flowers blooming in repurposed cast iron crates. Foundries and factories have flower boxes in the windows and young professionals in the lofts. Old mansions have new paint in vibrant colors with bric-a-brac trim that’s hand detailed. Old storefronts have new names and new [...][Continue Reading...]

I love a place where everything feels good. The air smells good in my nose. The wine tastes good in my mouth and feels soft on my tongue. The bar top has some texture to play on my hand and some sculptured light to play on my eyes. The walls of brick and the ceiling [...][Continue Reading...]

It’s like something I’ve seen before, but mostly in my nightmares. And as I stand in it, warm, dry, dress flapping around my legs, hair flying off my forehead, I feel as though I’m flying. I am standing in high heeled feet and bare arms, staring at a blackening, darkening sky that positively boils. It [...][Continue Reading...]

The smell is the same, a product of disinfectant and humans and manufactured air. The rocking is the same, a product of standard gauge steel and creosote soaked ties. The rhythmic ticking and the gentle swaying are universal. The sound of the horn is the same. A decibel subtler than that of a freight train, [...][Continue Reading...]